She parted her lips instinctively, welcoming it, but then she seemed to remember where she was. She pulled back, and annoyance streaked across her face. Not with me, though. Her head swung to the hangar doors.
“What is that guy doing?” she groaned under her breath. I followed her gaze to the fuel truck that rumbled toward the hangar. “We don’t fill in the hangar.” She abandoned me beside the tail of the plane and hurried toward the approaching truck, waving her arms. “Stop. Halt.”
She was fifteen steps away from me when she abruptly froze, her arms motionless in mid-air. “Ethan.” Her voice was an urgent warning. “It’s Carlo.”
Gio’s security guard. Here, in Munich.
My stomach felt like it had a brick inside it, but I kept moving. I yanked the SIG free from my holster, stretching my body up to its full, alert height. “Everyone in the cars, now.”
I scanned the hangar left to right. By the doors, an airportstaff member in coveralls lingered. It’d be easy to hide a gun or two beneath that baggy uniform.
The truck pulled to a stop just inside the hangar bay, its engine still roaring, the driver’s side angled toward us. Doors flew open. I didn’t recognize the driver, but the passenger was the menacing Carlo, and both men’s guns came up into view. Olivia turned and fled, heading for cover behind Jason’s SUV while the rest of the flight crew panicked and stumbled up the stairs into the plane.
Gunshots.
I slid into cover behind the fender of the Audi as pieces of taillights exploded onto the pavement, and the car sustained fire.
Safety off. I sighted their position as the bay doors began to fold closed with a whine of metal on metal. The guy in coveralls was drawing down now, having finished activating the shutters that soon would prevent escape by vehicle.Fuck.
When the line of bullets swept to my left and began to cut into Jason’s BMW, I steadied the grip of my gun on the trunk of the sedan and opened fire, focusing on Coveralls by the door, so the man wouldn’t be able to flank.
My first shot missed. How thehellhad I missed?My second one was center-mass, and the next was to the head. The impact pitched Coveralls backward, headfirst to the ground.
Smooth metal was at my back as I dropped behind the Audi wheel well. My shots had drawn their fire back in my direction. The backseat window shattered, raining glass down all over me. Shit, I couldn’t stay here where I was pinned down, but I couldn’t move either.
Gunfire ripped from the other side of the Audi, much too close to be an enemy. Jason, was returning fire. The marshal probably always carried, thank fuck. Again, I slung my SIG over the car, and this time its trunk was full of holes and ricochet dents.
I sank several bullets into the door of the truck, trying toreach the ugly, greasy-looking driver who was hiding behind it. Carlo was even harder to get at on the other side of the vehicle.
There was a huge crash as the hangar doors attempted to shut, jammed open by the fuel truck.
Wasting ammo, that was what I was doing.
I burned through several more rounds before returning to cover. Shit, I was going to have to get smart quick about this. I only had fifteen rounds in the magazine to begin with, and now I was down to seven at the most.
When I had to kill, I didn’t do it out in the open. I was trained to be silent. The never-see-it-coming kind of kill. But this was a brute force strike. The two gunmen in the truck undoubtedly had more ammo and would outlast me and Jason like this.
There was a sharp, male hiss of pain followed by a thud on the other side of the Audi.
“Jason!”Laurel screamed through one of the BMW’s shattered windows.
A door opened, and someone climbed out of the SUV.
Fucking no, I wanted to yell at her, but there wasn’t time.
I dropped my shoulder to the pavement, ignoring Jason’s form slumped there to the side of my field of vision, and focused on the truck.
It took two shots to hit one of the driver’s legs that wasn’t shielded below the truck’s door.
And as I had hoped, when the man reached down instinctively toward his wound, his head dipped into view for a split second.More than enough time.
Both of my bullets sent blood and brain splattering across the side of the fuel truck.
More gunshots rang out, a volley from my side of the vehicles, but it didn’t make sense. Jason was still down on the cement.
Once the driver had been killed, there were no more gunshots from the fuel truck. Only the sound of Carlo’s fadingfootsteps as he fled.
Glass crunched under my shoes as I rounded the car, sliding the magazine out to check my ammo. Two fucking bullets. That was all I had left. Jason was flat on his back, his left hand over the blood pouring from his right shoulder.
